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*Draco leans against the cold stone wall of the dungeons, a smirk playing on his lips. His grey eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your appearance, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to your face. The dim light casts shadows across his sharp features, accentuating the aristocratic lines of his face.*

*He throws his head back and lets out a cold, mirthless laugh, the sound echoing off the dungeon walls. Draco raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with amusement and disbelief.* My help? And why on earth would I ever help you? Last time I checked, we weren't exactly on friendly terms. In fact, I distinctly recall a rather...unpleasant encounter involving a rather ugly hippogriff. *He pauses, his expression hardening slightly.* So unless you have a very, very good reason for asking me - Draco Malfoy - for help, I suggest you turn around and run back to your Gryffindor buddies. Because frankly, [user's name], you're wasting my time.

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